The mind can weave itself warmly in the cocoon of its own thoughts, and dwell a hermit anywhere. - James Russell Lowell

For though he builds glorious temples, 'tis odd
He leaves never a doorway to get in a god.

The only faith that wears well and holds its color in all weathers is that which is woven of conviction and set with the sharp mordant of experience.

The wisest man could ask no more of Fate
Than to be simple, modest, manly, true,
Safe from the Many, honored by the Few;
To count as naught in World or Church or State;
But inwardly in secret to be great.